Jenny writes her letters as winter wakes the spring There's a thousand fragments but not one song to sing Time waits for no man it just brings you to your knees And drags you to wherever it may please Who reads them anyway? Is it half the life you hoped for? Did you have something to say? Who reads them anyway? The fields are all ablaze now and the town is full of ghosts Reminders of the folks we used to know We play bows and arrows with the chances we get We know there's an end we just don't believe it yet Who reads them anyway? Is it half the life you hoped for? Did you have something to say? Who reads them anyway? And how much time do we have to waste? We spend too long looking out of windows Thinking we know what's going on That the stories we make are the truths that cannot change And who reads them anyway? The river's frozen over and circle is complete And Jenny posts those letters every week Who reads them anyway? Is it half the life you hoped for? Did you have something to say? Who reads them anyway? Is it half the life you hoped for? Did you have something to say? Who reads them anyway?